Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Saturday, November 6, 2010

True colors

Only now
They show
When they’re about to fall
A true soul

No need
Any more
To create the shade
Greens fade

Jewels under the sky
The last cry

In my hand a fallen leaf
A moment brief

I go
Something is left unsaid
A drop of red

True Colors by rob castro


Migue said...

I really love it. Congratulations Veki!!!

I love the melancholy in poems.
This one makes me remember a book that I've got, called, "En el Invierno de mi Vida" (In the Winter of My Life) which has some wonderful poems inside.. :) I'll come back to it to read them again :).

Anyway... I always have a feeling... that I dont understand 100% :)).

diane said...

Beautiful Vesna...the feeling a bit sad and the warm vocals of Nat King Cole. Thank you my dear heart for your lovely comments to me and posting a picture of lovely Mila on Flickr it was good to her again.

levent said...

İs wonderful sound, beautiful a picture and nice a poem....

Thank you ...Vesna

zoe said...

i love this poem! you are such an artist with words!